A broken heart remains
Lost as lonely as it’s alone
Reparation is separation
From the feelings within.

Shake a head eject
The images of old
Through the mist becomes
A vision of hope with open arms.

Smiling face belies the frown
The sadness seeping from the wound
Torn by the tears so sharp.

Lastly comes the open tenderness
Provided with the ease of ancients
Presented in salacious light
It becomes as cheap as before.

In gentleness the emotions grow
To a point where repetition
Eats into the soul and cries
This is enough, far too much.

The shout becomes a scream for fear
The tear becomes a laughter scar
And we are as one at last
Only to be alone – with ourselves.